The Hidden (Shadowed Wings, #1)

by Ivy Asher

“Then you do dishonor me,” I accuse, using the term that Zeph did and trying to ignore the fact that I sound like the dragon from Mulan.

I want to turn around and watch the steam and water droplets caress their nice bodies, but I punch that thought in the boob and keep walking.

I look around the room and realize that it’s empty. There’s no furniture of any kind, and there’s a layer of dust that I’ve just angered on the floor.

unsure of exactly what I’ve agreed to. I shrug, I guess I’ll find out soon enough. If it’s something I can’t do, then no pants for me.

He’s a dick, and I can’t just excuse that because he happens to have a pretty one I would like to play with right now.

“Who’s a pretty gryphon?” I say in my most playful voice usually reserved for cute puppies and kittens.

If I were in a sketchy movie right now, everyone in the audience would be screaming at me not to follow the creepy glowing chick.

I balk, worried she can read my mind. Where’s a tin foil hat when you need one?